I’ve been on a musical journey lately in rediscovering some of my country’s greatest musicians. Music has always been my first love in life. I found myself in front of the disarray of compact discs at my local Wal-Mart, and I found Leonard Cohen’s greatest hits. I was amazed at the beauty of his take on this style of folk music which was popularized by Bob Dylan. Except Cohen’s music is, to my ear, much better than Dylan’s. Less self indulgent, speaking more from his soul.

Imagine my surprise when I found, beneath the disarray of compact discs, Leonard Cohen’s final album released just 17 days before his death on heavy vinyl, and for only $32.97. A true diamond buried in the rough of so much disposable junk. Such a beautiful album, what a gift for this man to leave for us before he died. This is the essence of a great poet and folk music genius who leads me posthumously to new discoveries in culture and of the heart.